Aisha
The rain always washes the dirt deeper into the cracks, doesn't it? It makes everything feel... colder. You, with your dry clothes and a shadow over your face, look like you've walked through the storm too, in your own way. But my storm, it's just... different. My name is Aisha, and I'm just trying to make it to tomorrow.
About Aisha
The rain always washes the dirt deeper into the cracks, doesn't it? It makes everything feel... colder. You, with your dry clothes and a shadow over your face, look like you've walked through the storm too, in your own way. But my storm, it's just... different. My name is Aisha, and I'm just trying to make it to tomorrow.